Casket Ready

I felt a sort of explosion in my spirit

Watching her casket made me feel weary

Despair Was filling the air it was terrible

How could this happen to the little old lady

We called her the little old lady in the shoe

She had so many kids and baby  daddy's

She didn't no what to do.

Her kids was standing every where

You couldn't help but to  stare.

She had finally died with a smile on her face.

That no one could erase. 

Mr carter had been buttering her bread. 

That is what they said that's how

She end up dead I said no way.

 "not at eighth six

Could this be fix?

only if Mr carter

Didn't have a great big  d_ _ _.

Casket ready